Rain stopped prayer today

Rain stopped prayer today.
It never drains when it pours.
I never complain till my heart roars.
He pestered me,flustered me,beseeched me,admired me ,then threw me off like a used old coat as he had ten women lined up already waiting for him.not to mention his wolf… I mean,wife.Woof woof.
What a liar..but to do him justice he’s very trying and none can compare in sighing with self pity.. sometimes witty,
Floods washed my heart away and I feel lost.
There’s many a true word spoken as  a test.
Endurance is the only way  to get rhymes
A few words are best not spoken.
Better to touch than to strike a hard blow.
“Tis better to have lived with cost,than never to have lived at all.
Better to have trusted and lost than to have manipulated to a self serving end.
Where have all the showers gone?
I love you only once a day.
I love you when I see you pray
Wisdom is the king of humour.
Spite is the malady that  kills.
He shall tear his frock…. stop stealing my clothes and tear your owm
Was Jerusalem built here,in England’s mares and evil spheres?
We here believe Jesus was white and an Englishman,
I wish you a merry Litmus.
He needs his head resting,doctor
Please don’t leer at the women.They are all wearing vests at least
I was tried many times and pleaded for sanity.
Where have all the old men gone?
Old men are more malicious as their nerves are torn.
If,homeless kindly sleep in Church.Thank me,too.
If depressed kindly weep in Church.
If shy,please don’t mention it.
If worried you may gnaw your embroidered kneeler.
If paranoid,we are looking at you sideways.
If fasting,kindly faint quietly.
If abstaining,please weep softly.
If dead please report to the Vicar.
If wicked ,please play away tonight.
Tread lightly for I have shared all my dreams and you have used me badly.
Don’t stop till the gnats have all stung.
The vicar went out with a wrangler from Cambridge.
If you need legal advice you are in the wrong place.
Fish and whips available in the bookstore.
Handcuffs are going up as Marks And Spencer go down…
If completely expired keep mum.
If past your use by date don’t rot till after the service then kindly place your body in the compost heap and you can call your soul your own for a while.
Men often have an idea of themselves totally remote from the truth.
And women keep quiet out of pity.
Whip up a mouse for the desert.
If weighed down by sins kindly recycle them in the church Bin.

For why not a kingdom with more than one hour for a story

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Hello,how’s your man?
His party’s won, his bill is fun
On both,he’s no Bevan
Live like today’s publicly plead
And relieve all those trespassers
As we don’t love all who whisper against love
We plead for no more deportations of women.
For why not a kingdom with more than one hour for a story
Moreover will it happen again?4655668_f260If we don’t lov

It can be good to feel bad

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I have at last found criticism of “mindfulness” and also the idea that negative emotions may have purpose and may be essential to us

You might think this is just another self help book but it’s not.I believe it’s well written and sensible and also I like the idea that we want to lose oursleves sometimes.When I am writing that can happen and it’s wonderful.

“The power of negative emotion” by Todd B Kashdan and Robert Biswas-Diener